Waiting for You!

 Death, come close and embrace me tight

Before my 30th dawn, claim me in your night.

I invite you, come and take my hand

Spare me sorrow, this mortal land...

In your dark grasp, I'll find my peaceful nest.

A refuge from life's pains, and troubles' unrest

Take me from this mortal world, with all its strife

And in your eternal arms, let me find my life.

They Called Me FOOLISH

 They Called Me FOOLISH

 

They Called Me FOOLISH.

They deemed me FOOLISH,

So naive and blind.

I held my silence

Very quiet

Peaceful soul 

In front of others.

But the weight of their words,

My anger now makes whole.

I burst into flames, when lies are veiled in truth...

My voice now speaks its youth

I stand for myself 

My self esteem, a beacon

My VOICE--

I will no longer conceal

(Date: 07/12/2024)

December 2021: A Reminiscence

 December 2021: A Reminiscence

In memories, your eyes still shine,

Dilapidated pupils, a haunting sign.

At moments like these, they come to me,

A bittersweet reminder of what used to be.

Three years have passed, yet the pain remains,

Fresh as the day I visited your home in UK, and

 We shared life's joys and pains.

In that fleeting moment, we were as one,

A family bound by love, beneath the same sun.

Time may fade the edges, but memories stay,

A testament to love that never fades away.

Beneath the Guise

 Beneath the Guise

(Dedicated to my dearest Frenemy whose name is hidden in the poem itself)

A Viper of deceit,

With Apostate heart,

Imposter of truth,

And Swindler's art.

A master of Humbug of words,

With Nefarious intent,

Artful in manipulation,

A Vile casanova bent.

My dearest Frenemy--

Manipulator

You deemed me naive

A mad girl blind.

Your deceitful pranks,

Concealed the venom

Thinly veiled

Truth revealed...

I rise...

Empowered...

My voice,

No longer at stake

-- SAI VARENYA

Where Mirrors Are Windows

Where Mirrors Are Windows

                                -A.K.Ramanujan

A snake-charmer and his noseless wife,

snake on hand, walk carefully

trying to read omens

for a son's wedding, 

but they meet head-on 

a noseless woman, 

and her snake-charming husband,

and cry, 'The omens are bad!' 

His own wife has no nose; 

there's a snake in his hand. 

What small I call such fools 

who do not know themselves.

About the Poet: 

Attipatte Krishnaswami Ramanujan (1929-1993) is an Indian poet, scholar, philologist, linguist, folklorist, translator and playwright. His academic research ranged across English, Tamil, Kannada, Telugu and Sanskrit.Ramajunan's poems are remembered for the startling originality, sophistication and moving artistry. Ramanujan has been awarded the prestigious Padma Shri in 1976 and MacArthur Prize Fellowship in 1983.He was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award posthumously in 1999 for The Collected Poems. 

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